(Sleep. Sleep. Sleep....)
Well, that was another silly idea.
A better weekend, and you might have got it completely tested, but with two lashings (Ysbyty Ifan & Tywyn) on a 17h 300, and not feeling too great, John DNF'd this morning.
I did the leg from Aberwystwyth to Carmarthen, which was somewhat challanging in its rolliness, the fact that cold bands of deluges came across every 20 minutes (road rivers 4cm deep) , and the sodding againsterly still wasn't gving one free centimetre after 370K, before looking at the horizon-to-horizon blackness that I'd be turning west into and saying - screw that!
There's a time to be stubborn, and a time to heed what experience has taught you; the train was calling...